Last night while I was drinking with my colleagues, one of them opened up about the heartbreaking situation between him and his long-term girlfriend. His story reminded me of the things I felt five months ago--how I can't seem to find contentment because it's so hard to commit to things when you think that you still have a lot to experience in life. Hence, I asked him if he really loves his girlfriend and he said--between sobs--that yes, he loves her very much and he knows that she's the one for him.
Thing is, it seems that he's just staying just because they've been together for 8 years and he told us that he knows that he won't find someone like her ever again. And he doesn't know if that is enough to make him stay in their relationship. I remember saying exact words to myself and to my friends, a few weeks before I fucked things up. And so I told him the realization I had when I lost the person I loved and still love...
Sometimes, we think that being too comfortable is boring and excitement is what we really need life. But in fact, comfort is the real thing that makes love last.
I don't know if what I was thinking was true. But what I'm sure is, I still regret that we fell apart just because I can't bring myself to contentment and I look for exciting things--which are just ephemeral.
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